Summer. Just saying the word, hits me with a barrage of senses. I can almost taste the word, like a half-melted cherry Popsicle on the 4th of July. Or hear it, the sound of the rushing ocean, the seagulls cawing, and crickets chirping, their…

This memory has no particular night attached to it or a particular date. Instead this photo represents the countless nights Amber, Casey and I spent in Sea Isle together through our high school years. I believe it was our Junior year of school when…

I believe this was the summer of 05. My sister had a horse themed birthday party the year before and Casey and I found these hats stowed away in my attic. She insisted that we bring them to the shore that weekend. We got ready in them and took some…

A small red Honda nears the crest of a bridge as the setting orange sun blazes behind it, glinting in the rearview mirror. Strands of a Dave Matthews Band song emanate from within, barely audible as the notes are snatched out the open window…

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During high school, Casey poured some of her energy into writing and journalism, anchoring the school's news program, writing and editing the school newspaper (Spri Hian) and serving as senior editor of the yearbook. She was also lead critic from Springfield High School for the greater Philadelphia region Cappies, writing reviews of other high school’s theater productions, which were published in the Philadelphia Inquirer. Casey also graduated from the News Studies internship program at KYW…